Partially Cloudy Lyrics

Yeah

It's a cloud over my head

I can't even think

Tired of the teardrops falling in the sink

When I look into the mirror I Despise seeing me

Putting pain inside my music and they still ain't hearing me

Well this pain imma use it

Said this pain imma use it

Pain imma use it

Might as well abuse it

I got a lot of ways to do it here's one

Honestly I'm killing all these beats just for fun

Maybe that's the only thing I really find fun

Stressing from my past and so my shoulders way a ton

Spine boutta crack and I barely got a lung

Life fucked me up but I'm still on the hunt yea I'm still on the prowl

Fuck who did me foul

For the ones who said I wouldn't step I ran a mile

For the ones who said I wouldn't jet I'm in the clouds

Never said it ain't effect me I got scars up and down

Scars left and right, like I worked at the pound

Outcasted I never fit into the crowd

Unclaimed king I guess I never got my crown oh no

It's a cloud over my head

I can't even think

Tired of the teardrops falling in the sink

When I look into the mirror I despise seeing me

Putting pain inside my music and they still ain't hearing me

It's a cloud over my head

I can't even think

Tired of the teardrops falling in the sink

When I look into the mirror I Despise seeing me

Putting pain inside my music and they still ain't hearing me

As I look at the moon from the comfort of my room

Hearing boom coming from the speakers playing my tunes I sit back

Thinking am I really good enough or should I quit rap

Pride aside it's like a couple times a nigga did that

I get in my own head sometimes

Like for real I'm not even my own head some times

To be honest I be feeling like I'm dead some rhymes

I wanna grip the lead and blow my fucking head for peace of mind

Feel like a nigga went to work forgot to clock in

A side of me feel like I'll never make it and I'm not shit

The other side of me feel like I should be in your top ten

Confliction at its finest in reality I'm locked in

I don't gotta choice I gotta get it on and Poppin

Cause you gone hear my voice whether you like it or it's not it

This rapping shit is gods gift

And who am I to stop it?

I'm blowing like a socket

Or running like a fosset

Run on sentence I feel the penance of my past

Love drawn menace I feel resentment in my grasp

Killing me

Lately I been feeling desolate I'm trapped

All my life been healing up depression from my past

It's a cloud over my head

I can't even think

Tired of the teardrops falling in the sink

When I look into the mirror I despise seeing me

Putting pain inside my music and they still ain't hearing me mmm